I—I’m Jim’s bride.
Judith:
And what should Jim’s bride have to say to me?
Come, let me by.
Phœbe:
You shall not go.
Judith:
Come, lass.
You do not ken me for the thing I am:
If you but guessed, you’d fling the door wide open,
And draw your petticoats about you tight,
Lest any draggletail of mine should smutch them.
I never should have come ’mid decent folk:
I never should have crawled out of the ditch.
You little ken ...
Phœbe:
I heard your name. I’ve heard
That name before.
Judith: